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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Skriet,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.