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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
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.