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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.