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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.