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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.