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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.