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 Palau and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.