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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.