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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.