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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.