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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.