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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Brand Nubian 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?
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.