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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
UT,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Index,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.