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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.