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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.