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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.