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 East Timor 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.