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 Macedonia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.