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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.