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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.