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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.