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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes 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?
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.