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 Burkina and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.