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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Goldenarms 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.