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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.