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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.