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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.