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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Scion,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.