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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.