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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.