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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.