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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.