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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.