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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Scion,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.