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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.