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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays 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?
June Days,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.