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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.