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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Yaz,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.