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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Mars,
ABC,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.