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 China and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.