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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
the Association,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.