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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.