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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.