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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 The Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.