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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
the Association,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.