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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.