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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.