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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.