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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
ABC,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.