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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.