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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.