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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.