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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
MC5,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.