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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.