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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Visage,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.