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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.