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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.