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 Sweden 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.