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 Netherlands 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.