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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.