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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.