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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.