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 Mali and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.