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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.