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 Kenya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.