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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.