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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Ronan,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.