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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.