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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.