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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.