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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.