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 Andorra 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.