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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.