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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.