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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Nico,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.