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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Mars,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.