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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Scion to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.