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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.