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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.