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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.