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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.