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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.