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 Taiwan 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.