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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.