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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.