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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.