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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.