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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.