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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.