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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Can,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.