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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Cymande,
Smog,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.