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 South Sudan 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.