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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.