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 Solomon 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.