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 Benin 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Franke,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.