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 Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.