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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Technova,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.