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 Guinea 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.