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 Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.