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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.