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 Argentina 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.