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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Hoover,
The Index,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.