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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.