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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Index,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.