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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.