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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.