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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.