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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.