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 Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.