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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 organ 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 Smog to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.