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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 CMW to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.