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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.