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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.