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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.