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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.