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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.