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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
The Fall,
Niagra,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.