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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.