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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.