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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Sound to the electroclash 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.