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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.