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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.