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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
UT,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.