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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.