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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.