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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Little Man,
MC5,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.