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 Namibia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.