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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.