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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
The Move,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.