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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.