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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.