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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.