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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.