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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
The Residents,
X-102,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.