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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Organ,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.