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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.