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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
PIL,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.