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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.