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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.