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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.