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 Dominican Republic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 linndrum 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.