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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.