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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.