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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.