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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 Beijing and Calgary.
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 chamberlin 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.