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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Franke,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.