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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.