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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.