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 France and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.