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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Chrome,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.