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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.