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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Nas,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.