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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
the Normal,
The Move,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.