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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.