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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Technova,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.