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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.