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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.