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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.