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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
June Days,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.