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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the electroclash 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano 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?
The Martian,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.