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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.