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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.