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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.