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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
The Names,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Wings,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.