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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.