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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.