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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.