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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Fortunes,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.