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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.