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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.