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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
June Days,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.