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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Scion,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.