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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Franke,
The Stooges,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.