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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Main Source,
MC5,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.