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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.