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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
The Remains,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.