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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.