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 Solomon Islands 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.