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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
The Remains,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.