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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
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.