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 Slovenia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Monks,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.