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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.