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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.