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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
The Evens,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.