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 Switzerland 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.