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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Shoche,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Faraquet,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.