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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.