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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Japan,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.