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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Aswad,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.