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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.