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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Doors to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.