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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Walker Brothers to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.