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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.