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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.