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 Lille.
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 Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.