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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.