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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
New Order,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.