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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.