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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 theremin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Technova,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.