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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.