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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.