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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Visage,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.