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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.