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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.