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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Swans,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
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.