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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Mars,
Motorama,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.