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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW 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?
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.