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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.