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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.