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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.