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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.