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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Swans,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.