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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.