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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.