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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.