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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
The Index,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Gong,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.