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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.