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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.