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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.