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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.