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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.