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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.