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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.