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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.