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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.