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 New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
CMW,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.