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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Mars,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.