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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Subhumans,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.