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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.