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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.