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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.