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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.