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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Television to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.