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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Fall to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
UT,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Wire,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.