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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.