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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.