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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.