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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.