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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.