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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.