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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.