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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.