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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
cv313,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.