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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.