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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.