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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.