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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.