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 Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.