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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.