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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Index,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.