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 Gambia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.