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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.