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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.