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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.