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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
UT,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.