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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.