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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.