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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Can,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.