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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Drexciya 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.