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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
John Cale,
UT,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.