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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.