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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.