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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.