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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
UT,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.