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 Denmark 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.