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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.