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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.