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 Nicaragua 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
cv313,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.