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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.