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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.