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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.