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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.