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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Gong,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.