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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Index,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.