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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.