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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.