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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.