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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.