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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.