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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Wings,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.