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 Laos 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.