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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.