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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
UT,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.