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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.