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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.