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 Armenia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.