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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.