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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Index,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.