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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.