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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.