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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.