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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.