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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.