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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.