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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.