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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.