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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.