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 Sudan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.