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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.