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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.