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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.