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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.