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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.