Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.