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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.