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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.