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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
The Dead C,
AZ,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.