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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Index,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.