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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.