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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.