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 Turkey and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Urselle,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.