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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.