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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.