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 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.