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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.