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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.