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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.