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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.