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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.