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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
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.