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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.