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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.