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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.