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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.