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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.