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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
UT,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.