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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.