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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.