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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.