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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.