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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.