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 France 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.