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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.