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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Gun Club to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.