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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Franke,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.