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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.