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 Ethiopia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Technova,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.