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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.