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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.