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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.