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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Motions to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Roxette,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Gong,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.