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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.