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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.