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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.