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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.