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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.