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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.