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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.