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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Scion,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.