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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.