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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.