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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.