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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.