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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Pagans,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.