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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.