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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.