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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
JFA,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.