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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.