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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Kayak,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.