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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.