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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
the Human League,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.