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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Ten City,
X-102,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.