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 Tunisia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.