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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.