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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Lyres,
UT,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.