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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.