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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.