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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.