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 States and from Toronto.
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 Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.