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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Nirvana,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.