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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.