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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.