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 London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.