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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
UT,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.