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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Can,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
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Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.