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 India and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.