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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.