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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.