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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.