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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.