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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
The Index,
Fear,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.