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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.