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 Dominica 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 güiro 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.