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 Lesotho 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Human League,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.