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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.