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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.