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 Tonga 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.