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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.