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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.