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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Television,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.