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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.