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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.