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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.