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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket 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?
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.