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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.