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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Flipper,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.