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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.