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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
The Litter,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.