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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Pop Group to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.