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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nas to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.