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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.