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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Can,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.