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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Television,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.