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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.