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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Wire,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.