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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.