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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.