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 Brazil and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.