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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.