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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Moleskins 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.