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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.