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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.