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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.