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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Gong,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.