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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.