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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.