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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.