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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 Mumbai and Delhi.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.