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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.