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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.