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 China and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.