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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.