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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.