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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.