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 Syria 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.