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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.