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 Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.