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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.