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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
EPMD,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.