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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.