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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.