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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.