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 Nicaragua 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.