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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
The Monks,
10cc,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.