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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Can,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.