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 Morocco and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.