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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.