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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
UT,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.