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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.