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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.