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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Raincoats to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.