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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.