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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.