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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
10cc,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.