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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.