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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.