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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.