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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.