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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Liliput,
The Saints,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
ABC,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.