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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Yaz,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Q65,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.