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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Edmonton and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.