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 South Africa 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Whodini,
The Names,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Rakim,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.