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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.