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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
X-101,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Sparks,
DNA,
Inner City,
the Swans,
PIL,
Television,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.