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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.