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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.