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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Television,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.