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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.