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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Normal 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Mars,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.