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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.