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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.