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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Soft Cell 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
UT,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.