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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Technova,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.