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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.