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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.