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 Kenya 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.