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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
The Index,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.