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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.