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 South and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.