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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.