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 Ecuador 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.