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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.