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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.