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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.