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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.