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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.