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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.