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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.