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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Negative Approach 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.