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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
New Order,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.