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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Hood. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.