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 Venezuela 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Martian,
Bill Near,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.