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 India and from Spokane.
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 Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Raincoats 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.