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 France and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.