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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.