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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Television,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.