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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.