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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Slave,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.