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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Q65,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.