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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.