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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.