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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Minny Pops 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.