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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.