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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.