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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.