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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.