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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.