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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Television,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.