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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys 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?
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.