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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.