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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.