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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.