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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.