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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.