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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.