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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.