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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Qualms to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.