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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.