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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.