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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.