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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.