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 Croatia and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.